Roger's eyes lit up instantly, a great opportunity could not be wasted! He instantly shook his wand out of his sleeve and swung it at the snow monster's ass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A huge thick cylindrical body of ice stabbed from the bottom to the top of the ice of the training ground.

"Whoa!!," the snow monster howled upward, and there was only pain in its heart-rending voice, but no anger.

Roger flicked his wand, the icicles disappeared into the ice, and the snow monster collapsed on the vending machine, staggering to its feet, but the pain at the vital point made its legs weak and unable to exert itself.

"Didn't you say it was made of snow... Why is it still bleeding?" The boy asked, pointing to the indescribable part of the snow monster and turning to Caroline.

"Heh, hehe... Maybe it's because I don't take the book seriously..."The old lady laughed perfunctorily and stopped talking.

Anyone who sees this kind of 'fierce' attack will feel the chrysanthemum tight.

Hermione circled around the snow monster twice with a tangled expression, and suddenly said, "Hey, Roger, look! you're making it cry!"

"Huh?" Roger furrowed his face and uttered a meaningless tone, and for a moment he thought he had misheard... But when he walked around in front of the snow monster, he found that the corners of the eyes of this three-meter-tall monster were really flashing with tears.

He spread his palms and said helplessly: "What can I do? I didn't know that snow monsters could get hemorrhoids too..."

"Hemorrhoids, fart!, is that thick icicle just now used for massage!?"

"It's a cure, a cure," Roger corrected.

The snow monster moved forward a little, and a puppy whimper came out of its mouth.

Hermione's compassion immediately flooded, and the ferocious monster, which was more than three meters tall, became pitiful in her eyes.

"I kind of understand Hagrid's thoughts now," the girl muttered pityingly at the snow monster's ugly face, and then she put away her wand and spread her arms in a gesture that was not malicious towards the snow monster.

"Tsk... That's the main reason I wanted her not to come along. Roger crossed his arms and pouted his teeth, watching Hermione get closer and closer to the snow monster's attack range.

The snow monster crouched on the vending machine with tears in its eyes, watching the villain in front of him approach him, and let out a menacing roar from his mouth.

One more step, and the girl will step within swing of the snow monster's arm......

"Be careful!" Caroline exclaimed.

Roger's movements were even faster, and his wand waved the imprisoning spell and fired it out one after another, and the ropes firmly bound the snow monster from hand to foot, leaving only the head outside the rope, like a bloated caterpillar with a white head and yellow body lying on the ground.

"What are you doing!?" Hermione angrily turned back to the boy and said, "It didn't even move!"

"People tend to be sympathetic to creatures that are weaker than themselves, but this weakness has a contrast..."Facing the snow monster that could not resist, Roger's hand movement stopped at all.

He used his wand to control one of the ropes around the snow monster's neck twice, pulling upwards before flying around the beam on the roof and back into the boy's hand.

Roger put down what he was holding and grabbed the rope, and continued: "It is weak to us, but it is extremely strong for ordinary people..."

He clutched the rope, jumped up and down high, his feet made a crisp 'click', and the forefoot made a strange arc against his calf bone, and kept the shape of the shape into the smooth ice to hold it in place.

"You probably didn't see how dashing it was when it slapped me, but I should have seen a big hole in my living room..."

The snow monster's throat let out a suffocating "Boom.. Whoa.." The body that was tied into a dumpling also writhed violently, and its weight was lifted, and the burden on the neck muscles was not ordinarily large.

As Roger pulled the rope faster and faster, the snow monster began to rise higher and higher: "Hold on, you ugly and cute little monster~ I want to enjoy your beautiful dance!"

Raising the snow monster to a satisfactory height, the boy stopped tugging, used his waist as a fixed pillar, and wound the rope up a few times.

The bouncing of the snow monster's body became more and more violent, like a fish that had been lifted by someone, struggling and writhing incessantly. I can't see that there is snow in the local area just now, but is the cause of the bleeding hemorrhoids...?

Its mouth with four huge canine teeth was half-open, and the violent struggle caused the slender ropes to hold tightly around its throat, making it even more extreme for its neck bones to bear, making it impossible to breathe at all.

"While I admit that what you just said makes sense, my sympathy is a little overflowing... But no matter what you do now, you're taking revenge on it for slapping you! Wouldn't it be nice if it couldn't resist? You don't have to kill it!" After figuring out what the boy wanted to say, Hermione restrained a little, and no longer thought about raising a baby snow monster that was two or three meters tall, but watching Roger brutally torture and kill a living creature, the kind girl still had a lot of complaints.

"Can't resist? You mean the kind that cut off hands and feet? Oh my God, Hermione... When did you get so bloody?" Roger looked up at the snow monster's painful struggles, "Or do you just want to knock it out and forget it?"

Hermione choked on her mouth.

The last time Roger tortured that pedophile, Hermione couldn't bear to let him kill the killer, let alone this snow monster who hadn't had time to do something angry?

I know that letting it go will cause trouble, but I just can't bear it in my heart.

And Caroline, who was standing next to her brother and looked up at the snow monster that was struggling and gradually weak, put her palm on Roger's shoulder, and said in an extremely weak voice: "I see that you said so much, all to appreciate the appearance of this big guy being hanged..."

"If you don't see through it, we are still good relatives..."

The snow monster's writhing finally stopped, its small eyes were round, its mouth that had been open did not close, and its face, which had been slightly pink, turned purple and black, hanging in the air and spinning slowly.

"Alas...," Roger sighed with some disappointment, "I've heard people say that this dance of death is beautiful... That's it, it's boring..."